Subject: So I told it to write "silly" HP fic
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Posted on: 2023-04-02 13:26:31 UTC

Harry Potter and the Curse of the Rubber Duck

Harry Potter was having a normal day at Hogwarts, until he found a mysterious rubber duck in his dormitory. He picked it up and examined it, wondering who had left it there. He noticed a small tag attached to it, with the words "Made in China" and a strange symbol.

He shrugged and decided to keep it as a souvenir. He put it on his bedside table and went to join his friends for breakfast. Little did he know that the rubber duck was actually a cursed object, sent by Lord Voldemort himself.

The next morning, Harry woke up feeling very strange. He looked at himself in the mirror and gasped. He had turned into a duck! He had yellow feathers, a orange beak, and webbed feet. He tried to speak, but all he could say was "Quack!"

He panicked and ran out of his room, hoping to find someone who could help him. He bumped into Ron and Hermione, who were equally shocked to see him.

"Harry? Is that you?" Hermione asked.

"Quack!" Harry replied.

"What happened to you?" Ron asked.

"Quack!" Harry repeated.

"It must be that rubber duck you found yesterday," Hermione deduced. "It must be enchanted or something."

"Quack!" Harry agreed.

"We have to find a way to break the curse," Ron said. "Maybe Dumbledore can help."

"Quack!" Harry nodded.

They hurried to the headmaster's office, avoiding the stares and laughs of the other students and teachers. They knocked on the door and entered.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said politely.

"Good morning, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said with a smile. "And who is this charming fellow?"

He pointed at Harry, who was sitting on Hermione's shoulder.

"Quack!" Harry said.

"This is Harry, sir," Ron explained. "He's been turned into a duck by a cursed rubber duck."

"A cursed rubber duck?" Dumbledore repeated, raising his eyebrows. "That's very unusual."

He took out his wand and waved it over Harry.

"Revelio!" he said.

A faint glow surrounded Harry, revealing the symbol on the tag of the rubber duck.

"That's the Dark Mark," Dumbledore said gravely. "This is no ordinary rubber duck. It's a horcrux."

"A horcrux?" Hermione gasped.

"Yes, a horcrux," Dumbledore confirmed. "A piece of Voldemort's soul, hidden inside an object. He must have sent it to Harry as a trap, hoping to kill him or possess him."

"Quack!" Harry quacked angrily.

"Don't worry, Harry," Dumbledore said soothingly. "We'll find a way to destroy it and restore you to your normal self."

He took the rubber duck from Harry's bedside table and placed it on his desk.

"It won't be easy," he warned. "Horcruxes are very resistant to magic. We'll need something very powerful to break them."

He looked around his office and spotted something that might work.

"Ah, here we go," he said, picking up a silver sword with a ruby handle. "The Sword of Gryffindor. It can destroy anything evil."

He handed the sword to Ron.

"Mr. Weasley, I trust you to do the honors," he said.

Ron nodded nervously and took the sword. He raised it above his head and brought it down on the rubber duck with all his strength.

There was a loud crack and a flash of green light. The rubber duck exploded into pieces, releasing a dark smoke that dissipated in the air.

Harry felt a surge of pain in his chest, then relief. He looked at himself and saw that he had turned back into a human boy. He smiled and hugged his friends.

"Thank you, Ron! Thank you, Hermione! Thank you, Professor Dumbledore!" he said gratefully.

"You're welcome, Harry," they all said.

They celebrated by having some chocolate frogs and pumpkin juice.

Harry decided to never touch another rubber duck again.

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